When you need a full week to recover from your Saturday night, it’s because a) you’re old, b) you’ve seen the best gig in a while, c) you’re old and forgot about it thanks to the best gig you’ve seen in a while. Of course, the answer is c), thanks to the Dandy Warhols.
Soooo once again I lost 10 years or so of my life somewhere around Camden last Saturday night. All started at the Electric Ballroom. Obviously, my friend and I had a couple of drinks beforehand at mine with some saucisson – never forget I’m French for frog sake – and here we are, just on time to have one more beer before the lights shut down to welcome the Dandy Warhols.
Indeed, they are flippin cool. But you can’t just take my word for it. Something has to be explained here. They are cool because of how they make you feel as soon as they start playing. Whatever they play, an old song or a new one from Distortland – buy it – you have that feeling coming into you and you can’t help it. It’s like Mina in front of Dracula: you just fall for their sound and it runs into your veins. Suddenly, everything is cool. Everyone is cool. The whole world surrounding you is fucking cool.
But why, oh whyyyyy, I can hear you say: because it makes you feel happy. Not that fake happiness everyone would like you to show all over the place to not annoy the others with your miserable life. The real happiness. You feel warm but also you want to jump and sing and go with the flow. The guy next to you who just jumped on your feet? He’s your buddy, you hug him. Them on stage? They’re your buddies – they’re too far for a hug but hey, you would if you could. You kind of feel like home.
No need to say you forget completely you’re not in your twenties anymore, you’ve got no age apart from young (“young” is a right number). Everyday Should Be A Holiday? You’re in, jumping to say you agree. STYGGO (Some Things You Gotta Get Over)? You get over already. Search Party? You’re in the party. You Are Killing Me? Maybe. Bohemian Like You? Cause yeah we like you.
At the end of the day, no one would say nor write better about them than themselves: Super cool, the Dandy’s rule, okay.